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NEW YORK STORY
CHAPTER 1
Steven Baker was a young man working part time for the United States
Postal Service to help pay for his tuition at St. John's University in
Jamaica, Queens. Steven was a 20 year old, 5' 9", 168# blue eyed blonde
haired law student. He had a rigorous scholastic schedule, so he worked
at the Forest Hills Post Office on Friday and Saturday evenings from 3PM
to 11PM.
The sun was shining brightly as Steven parked his green 1987 Chevy
Impala on Tennis Place between Burns Street and Exter Street at 215PM on
Friday afternoon, May 17, 1996. He did not notice the bright red 1998
Jaquar drive, with two women in it, drive slowly past him. Steven got out
of his car and walked the eight blocks to the post office.
Driving the Jaquar was Cynthia Walker. Cynthia, a brown eyed long
haired brunette, was 46 years old, 5'7",135# and had 36-24-34 body.
Cynthia was married for 25 years to Kevin and had a 24 year old son
Michael.
In the passenger seat of the Jaquar was Lillian Thomas. Lillian, a
green eyed long haired blonde, was 43 years old, 5'9", 132# and had a 34-
23-32 body. Lillian had been married for 18 years to David but they got
divorced 3 years ago. Lillian had a 21 year old son Jack who was in the
Air Force.
Cynthia and Lillian had been friends for years. They both lived in
Forest Hills Gardens and were very wealthy. They loved to hang out with
each other and they loved to watch young men like young men liked to
watch beautiful women. They rated the young men on a scale from 1 to 10.
A 1 being a dog and a 10 being a super hunk. Super hunks were hard to
discover and they joked with each other they should kidnap a 10 since
they were such a rare breed and surely a collectors item. The more they
talked about kidnapping a young man the more more they thought they
really could do it.
Then on a Saturday morning early in April 1996 Cynthia and Lillian
were in Starbucks on Austin Street, having Lattes, when they first
spotted Steven, the ultimate 10. He was sitting at a small table with his
Mocha and studying one of his law books. They decided then and there that
Steven's days of freedom were numbered. They started to stalk him until
they knew just about everything about him.
The moon was full whan at about 1030PM, on Friday May 17, the red
Jaquar, driven by Cynthia, parked on the other side of Tennis Place
across from Steven's Impala. Cynthia and Lillian got out and walked
towards the Impala.
Lillian was wearing a tight fitting navy blue short sleeve tee shirt,
black spandex pants and black 2" leather heels. She carried a black
leather shoulder bag on her left shoulder and wore red leather leather
gloves.
Cynthia was wearing a white sleeveless blouse with the top three
buttons open, a black mini skirt cut 2" above the knees and black 2"
leather heels. She carried a black purse and wore black leather gloves.
As Lillian and Cynthia walked along Tennis Place towards Steven's
Impala their heels clicked along the ground. As they got close to the
Impala Lillian removed a electronic infrared car opener that was
programmed for Impalas from her shoulder bag.
I hope this thing works," Lillian said.
Lillian pointed it towards the Impala and pressed the button on it.
When they heard the beep-beep unlocking the Impala's doors and shutting
off the alarm they looked at each other and smiled.
"I guess it works," Cynthia said.
"I guess it does," Lillian replied.
Lillian handed the device to Cynthia as she opened the back door of
the Impala.
"Good luck," Cynthia said.
"Thanks," Lillian said.
Cynthia and Lillian kissed each other on the cheeks. Lillian got in
the back seat of the Impala and closed the door. As Cynthia walked away
she pointed the device at the Impala resetting the alarm and locking the
doors. She put the device in her purse as she walked back to the Jaquar
and got in the driver's seat. She picked up the cell phone in the car and
dialed a number.
The cell phone in Lillian's shoulder bag rang. She took the phone out
of the shoulder bag.
"Hello," Lillian said.
"Hi, Lillian," Cynthia said. "How's it going?"
"Oh everything is fine," Lillian said lightly. "I'm just getting set
up here for the party later on. Do you think you can come over and help
me, Cynthia?"
"I'll be happy to," Cynthia said. "I'll be over in a little while."
"Thanks," Lillian said. "I'll see you then. Bye."
"Bye," Cynthia said.
Steven clocked out of work at the Forest Hills Post Office at 11PM and
was in the men's room washing up when his friend Harry came up to him.
"Hi, Steven," Harry said.
"Hey, Harry," Steven said. "How's it going?"
"Great," Harry answered. "A bunch of us guys are going out for pizza.
Care to join us?"
"Thanks for asking," Steven smiled. "But I've got a date."
Steven left the Post Office at 1115PM saying good night to the Postal
Guard at the door. As he walked down Burns Street towards Tennis Place
Cynthia, who was sitting in the Jaquar on the corner, saw him. She picked
up the cell phone and called Lillian who answered the phone on the first
ring.
"Hello," Lillian said.
"Hi," Cynthia said. "I'm coming over now."
"Ok," Lillian said. "I'll see you soon."
Lillian put the cell phone on the seat of the Impala, removed a small
jar and a pink pair of panties from her shoulder bag. She poured the
contents of the small jar jar onto the panties. Lillian heard the beep-
beep of the electronic car opener and the doors unlock. She ducked down
to the floor of the car directly behind the driver's seat.
A couple of seconds later Lillian heard the front door of the Impala
open and Steven got in closing and locking the door behind him. Steven
fastened his seat belt and was about to put the key into the ignition
when he heard a noise behind him. He started to turn around when
Lillian's red leather gloved right hand holding the pair of pink panties
soaked with perfume and chloroform was suddenly pressed over his nose
and mouth from behind.
"Mmmpphhhhh," Steven said.
"Breathe deeply," Lillian said.
Steven struggled for breath but all he got was the sweet combined
aroma of perfume, leather and chloroform. He dropped his keys and raised
his right hand to the gloved hand over his mouth. He tried to pry the
gloved hand from his mouth but another gloved hand came from behind him
on his left side, grabbed his right hand and pulled backwards.
"Stop it," Lillian demanded.
There was now three hands over Steven's mouth and nose. He felt his
held being forced backwards.
Steven continued to struggle, he was stronger then Lillian expected.
Steven was just getting the better of Lillian when the chloroform started
to take effect and he started weakening. He felt the back as his head
being cradled into something soft and he started to pass out. The last
thing Steven saw before he passed out was a green eyed, older blonde
woman smiling down at him as his head was resting against her breasts.
Then he passed out.
Lillian held the pair of panties tightly over Steven's mouth and nose
a few seconds longer letting the chloroform take full effect. She then
removed the perfume and chloroform soaked panties from his mouth and he
slumped in the drivers seat.
Lillian giggled girlishly. The hunt was successful. The young man had
been captured. Lillian picked up the cell phone and called Cynthia in
the Jaquar.
"Hello," Cynthia said.
"I thought you were going to come over and help me?" Lillian asked.
"I'm on my way," Cynthia replied.
Cynthia started up the red Jaquar and drove up along side the green
Impala. Cynthia got out of the Jaguar and walked over to the driver's
side of the Impala using the infra red device to unlock the doors.
Cynthia opened the driver's door with her black leather gloved right hand.
When she looked in the car she saw Steven slumped down in the driver's
seat unconscious.
"Cute, isn't he," Cynthia smiled.
"Yes he is," Lillian smiled as she got out of the back seat.
Cynthia helped Lillian eased the unconscious Steven out of the front
seat of the Impala.
"He looks so peaceful," Cynthia said.
"Yeah, now that he's asleep," Lillian smiled. "But he is strong."
Lillian and Cynthia held Steven between them his arms draped over
their shoulders.
"He's nice and young," Cynthia said.
"Yes he is," Lillian replied. "He's perfect for the woman who has
everything."
If anyone saw what was happening they would think that Steven was
drunk and that Cynthia and Lillian were holding him up. They dragged him
over to the Jaquar and eased him into the back seat.
"Watch his head," Lillian said.
Cynthia and Lillian laid Steven on the back seat, took off their
gloves tossing them on the floor of the back of the car, then closed and
locked the door behind him. Lillian went back over to Steven's Impala
closing the front and back doors as Cynthia got in the driver's seat of
the Jaquar. As Lillian got in the passenger seat and closed the door,
Cynthia drove off.
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JENNY BLYTHE VLBT40D@prodigy.com
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